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They never die or go away completely, but they can lose their power. Each time we face the monster and we look a little deeper at the scars left by its claws, we learn how to accept that the monster can still be there but not control us. Sometimes there is comfort in familiarity, but it's all a lie. Real comfort can't be found in that familiarity, just knowledge, truth, and courage to face a new day.

Your poem is how I feel most of the time. Thanks for letting me know I am not alone, but I am sorry you have those feelings too.